Day 2 (sort of)

The day two post, in which a girl was going to expound upon the intricacies of work enniu, has been postponed up due some unexpected news. This morning, after finishing watching the second half of Beetlejuice, I decided that I should go through all my clothes and give away the stuff I didn't need to charity.

What an attainable goal that was. I succeeded in getting through approximately 3/5 of my wardrobe (let's not brag here; it is really rather small) when I had to leave to meet a friend for lunch in Times Square. I was going to use excursion to midtown to 1) go ice skating and 2) pick up my computer from my office, where it still sat, reserving my amasing window location. I was very particular about sitting next to the window. I think they knew that if I wasn't near sunlight, I would either jump or quit.

[Why I started to hate Times Square less: a NYC short story
Times Square is a scary place. You sometimes can't cross the street to get to your office building because of the constant stream of people. They are always in your way when you are late for a meeting. Your closest dining options involve sub-par chain seafood, sub-par chain burgers, and sub-par chain sandwiches. You get the point. There is one respite from this, and the constant minimum-wage-paid kids who stand on the corner and try to persuade you to attend a free comedy show, and that is Bryant Park. Let's just called it an urban oasis, because it is. This October, they opened up a free ice skating rink. I absolutely love ice skating. I'm not that good, but I think it's really really fun. The day they opened the rink, I left work at 3 to be one of the first people to skate on the new rink, and it was incredible. The air, the people, the park... think the end of a romantic comedy. I could finally look forward to going to work.]

In a cruel twist of irony, my contract ended 3 days after the rink opened.

Anyway, there I was, on my way to the office, when I got a phone call. My recently-ex company wants me to HELP THEM OUT ON A PROJECT! The irony (it's following me like a shadow) is that I finally got to a stage in my unemployment where I began reorganising my wardrobe. That was pure progress. But...

I agreed to help them out. I hope it won't last long.